“If you don’t like our weather,”
they keep saying to each other
down here like it’s so profound,
“Just a few minutes wait around,”
count on change to play nice.
I’ve found that to work the same
with traffic. With commercials
on TV. With local political trends.
With words used against friends.
And with the one love of your life.
Except I’m only here from up north
serving a temporary assignment.
I’m used to letting words be kept,
to no substitute for love accept.
Anyway, it’s not as cold as all that.